“Oh,” she cried out, a sexy, needy moan.

He did it again. The same gorgeous sound landed on his ears.

He ran a finger between her wet folds, sliding through her slippery paradise, and she moved faster, pumping like there was no tomorrow. Like there was only this, only this pleasure.

Her wetness was a gift, one that had to be used freely. He had no choice. He simply needed to spread the wealth. To share all this glistening liquid heat. He slid his finger across her folds once more, then pressed his wet fingertip against her bottom as he licked her. She tensed, tightening everywhere, then he slid a finger inside her rear. She screamed his name in pleasure.

She cried out as she tightened all around him, every part of her squeezing, shaking, trembling.

She bucked against his face and his finger, rocking hard and riding out the waves that crashed through her. Her cries rang in his ears like a rock song. She collapsed on him and moaned softly in pleasure.

No time to linger. It was his turn.

He gave her a few seconds before sliding from under her. He stood up. His dick was at attention.

“Get on your knees now and finish me off,” he told her, in a clear and direct command.

Her eyes lit up and she obliged, crawling to her knees. She started with her thumb, spreading the drops of liquid around the tip of his cock.

“Take me in deep” he instructed. “Like you did before.”

“That’s the only way I do it.”

“Remind me. Remind me how you always drove me wild.” He traced his fingertip over her top lip. “I need to own that pretty little mouth of yours right now.”

She looked up at him as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her other hand playing with his balls. “Own me, Brent. You already do.”

The head of his dick hit the back of her throat, and he pumped. He gripped her hair, drawing her closer, so she had to take him all the way.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” he groaned, as he pushed her hair away from her face, giving himself a view of her lips on him. “I’m going to fuck your mouth hard now. Can you handle it, babe?” he asked, as he began. She nodded, and that was all he needed. Permission to take over her mouth completely.

To occupy every inch of her.

This wouldn’t last long. Thirty seconds, a minute tops. He was damn near there already.

“You’re so fucking beautiful on your knees. So fucking perfect,” he said, the words trailing off as his spine ignited, pleasure crackling through his bones as her sexy lips drew him in.

He hit her throat. Another deep thrust, and he was there. “I’m going to come so fucking hard,” he whispered, his fingers curling around her skull. Lust slammed into him, tearing through every cell in his body. He closed his eyes, and the world turned black and brilliant.

It was his turn to groan. To shout her name. To throw back his head and grunt in everlasting pleasure as he gave to her what she’d given to him.

His pleasure, for hers.

CHAPTER TWENTY

He hated leaving, detested zipping his jeans, tucking in his shirt, and shoving his wallet in his back pocket. Especially since she was so snug and adorable under the white duvet on the king-size bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin, looking too cute for words. He loved how she could switch from naughty temptress to sweet princess in seconds. “Seeing as you snagged this suite for me, seems a sin to let it go unused,” she said.

“You do look comfortable.”

She shooed him away. “Go to New York. I’m going to enjoy this fabulous bed all by myself.” She sighed contentedly, settling into the plush white pillow.

“You’re killing me,” he said as he grabbed his phone from the couch, patting his pockets to finish his inventory.

“Oh, I’m sure the plane will be just as nice. The only thing those first class seats will be missing is... me,” she said, with a wicked glint in her eyes.

He jammed a hand in his hair and walked over to the bed, parking his hands on the side of the mattress. “What I wouldn’t give to get in this bed with you right now.”

“It’s especially nice if you’re naked against the sheets,” she said, turning on her side, taunting him as the duvet slipped to above her breasts, exposing her bare shoulders.

“What are you doing on Tuesday? I’m back then. Spend the night with me. My first meeting Wednesday isn’t till ten in the morning, so I promise I won’t cut it short.”

“If you don’t intend to cut it short, you’re going to need to get that fine ass of yours to San Francisco,” she said, snaking out a hand from under the covers and grabbing his rear. “I’m there for the on-site rehearsal. At your club. I don’t fly back till late Tuesday.”

“Mmm,” he said, stroking his chin. “I just remembered I need to visit Edge in San Francisco on Tuesday night, and then take you back here with me.”

“You don’t want to just meet up back here?”

“No. Because I’ll leave New York in the morning so I’ll see you a few hours sooner if I don’t have to wait in Vegas for you to finish and catch your flight.”

“Consider that a yes.” She smiled broadly. “Get out of here, Nichols. You’ll miss your flight.”

He bent down and claimed her lips one final time, lingering on her sweet taste, hoping it stayed with him until he could touch her again in a few days.

If anyone had asked him a few weeks ago if he’d ever see the love of his life again, much less kiss her, he’d have given a resounding no. Fate had been teaching him a lesson up until then. Don’t walk away from the greatest thing you’ve ever known, you stupid idiot.

Fate had been beating that one into his head. Relentlessly. Like water torture.

Then, he’d been granted a reprieve.

He took one last kiss for the road. “I’ll see you in San Francisco then.”

The little flecks of gold in her emerald eyes nearly sparkled. “When? When will you arrive?”

She sounded so damn eager to see him, too, and for the first time since he’d started chasing her again, he truly felt as if he was close to catching her, wrapping his arms around her, and holding her for always. Maybe she was on the same wavelength, too.

“I’ll book my flight as soon as possible. I’ll text you the details.”

She scrunched up the corner of her lips. “Hmm. I wonder if I should keep making you wait more. For the thing you really want.”

He grumbled in protest, then relented. “The thing I want is you. I will wait for you as long as I have to,” he said, then took a beat. A pause for effect. “But preferably not much longer.”

She laughed. “We’ll see what kind of mood I’m in when you get to San Francisco.”

“Then it will be my job to get you in the mood to spread those legs, wrap them around my back, and dig in your heels,” he said, trailing his fingers between her breasts, savoring the last arch of her back as she responded to his touch.

She looked so vulnerable. So open. So ready for him. She’d given her body to him so freely during the last few weeks. And the more she gave of the physical, the more she seemed to be opening her heart to him again.

As she met his eyes, he was reminded once more of that stay of execution he’d been granted. The amnesty from his past mistakes. He couldn’t let her slip away again.

He ran his thumb over her chin, and pressed his finger over her lips. “Don’t say anything. It’s my turn, and I want to leave you with this. I’m crazy for you. Completely, absolutely, thoroughly crazy about you.”

Her eyes glittered, and on that note he walked away.

But this time, he was coming back.

He was leaving having said the right words, instead of the wrong ones. Even though they barely scratched the surface of all he felt for her.

* * *

She wasn’t going to listen to his orders not to say anything.